Trapped

A few drinks later, Chloe was shaking with alcohol running through her system like crazy. I took this as an advantage and asked a waitress to let me pay the check so that I could leave already.

"W-Where are you taking me? "

Mrs. Gillard asked in a confused tone.

"Just to give you some rest... that's all. "

she dropped her head on my shoulder as I walked past all the unfamiliar cars to my vehicle. I threw her in the back seat along with all the vanilla folders containing her personal information.

"Mr. Johnstone... that hurt. "

she shakily said.

"It'll stop hurting soon. "

We arrived with a screech of wheels, her head banging on the car door ruthlessly but I could care less. Before anyone could get to spot me, I draped her over my shoulder and brought us both inside rapidly.

"Where am I M-Mr. Johnstone? My head hurts and I want to.... "

suddenly her eyes closed gently while her whole figure went to sleep, causing me to almost fall at her weight.

'You're supposed to be 111 pounds.. why so heavy? '

Without hesitation, I dropped her next to all my other girls who were asleep cutely all bruised up.

"Now I just need to tie you up, honey. "

I reached for a strong rope next to Penny and wrapped it around Chloe's wrists tightly. Slight groans escaped her lips but she wouldn't wake up.

"Sweet Dreams... Mrs. Gillards. "

My body felt exhausted, my eyes closing as I felt the need to sleep yet I wouldn't. Something strange alarmed me of an unknown ambiance. I tried shrugging it off and walked to my little desk.

"Ugh.. I need the picture. "

After heading out into the dark night, I finally retrieved the picture of the selfie she took with a deadly filter. I again groaned in satisfaction after taping it to my wall along with all the other pictures of my girls.

I've been doing this fun since about a year ago, tracking down girls that weigh less than 120 pounds , meeting them, then bringing them here without making it look suspicious. They wouldn't be in this place to rot, my women are here to get better. I sometimes starve them if they start gaining weight, I sometimes spank them if they choose to be disrespectful, but what I love the most is a little game I had up my sleeve since the beginning...

"Mr. Shultz?"

a girl shouted from my basement, I had created different last names for each of them to call me and make police reports more confusing.

"WHY AREN'T YOU ASLEEP?? "

I growled angrily.

Hearing how her tiny sobs of begging for forgiveness ringed in my ears, drowned me in a pool of annoyance.

"Mr. Shultz... I won't be a bad girl anymore... just please... please, let me go.. I won't say a word.. please. "

July sobbed.

I traced my fingers around all the pictures until I found hers, my favorite page was where she was wearing a 'broken arm' filter, it made me smile. Quickly I stood up with it still in my hand and walked in her direction.

"I TOLD YOU TO SLEEP. DO YOU WANT THIS TO BECOME REAL??"

I again growled.

her feet scrumbled back as she tried backing away from me as fast as possible while covering her mouth from any sounds. Fear crumbling up in her stomach.

July rested her head on the cold floor, the ropes already cutting through her delicate skin.

"Good girl... "

I said, patting her hair continually.

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My alarm rang in the morning, I forced myself to lay awake until the thought struck me.

'Chloe Gillard is in my basement.'